Night Poses

In the darkness sobs are swallowed,

the phone offers no mercy

not a single ring to free the heart

from the smothering shades in melancholy.

 

Nakedness is the filet upon the soul

for there is no raiment to cover the tears,

no voice to dress with love

just the crippling hollowness inside

where death is the whisper

a murmur that calls in echoes

out of the mind’s crypt

as muffled screams plea for help.

 

Painted ashen figures

are conjured in a haze

between light and blackness,

they roam through the canvas

of the cavern imprisoning sanity.

 

The clock drones mortality,

walls spread over the door

until there is no escape.

 

Will the sunlight guide to a release

that will sever the claw,

which ever draw one back

into the hellish cell?

 

Answer lie in lips unseen

envisioned in the head,

if only the would stop being invisible

then the bed wouldn’t be filled with ice.